Just poured a glass of water, but Xiao Moyue insisted on rubbing outside for more than ten minutes.

In the quilt, Xiao Moyue's two little hands were pillowed under her head, and her two big eyes were rolling slightly, refusing to sleep.

Chu tucked the corners of the quilt for her and imprinted a kiss on her forehead.

"Good night, baby."

Xiao Moyue grabbed her hand, looked at her with big misty eyes, and her immature voice trembled.

"Mommy, Daddy is so pitiful, Xiaoyue feels sorry for him......"

Chu's heart trembled slightly, "What's wrong?" ”

Xiao Yue touched Daddy's forehead just now, it was so hot...... He is sick and has to sleep in the living room, and Xiaoyue feels sorry for his father. ”

Chu stared at her big black eyes slightly, comforting, "A cold is a minor illness, Daddy will be fine when he sleeps." ”

"Really? But Xiaoyue is afraid that her father will be more sick. It is said on TV that you can't catch a cold if you are sick, otherwise it will be more serious. ”

Chu touched her head slightly, "Then when Xiaoyue falls asleep, I'll go out to take care of Daddy, okay?" Otherwise, Satsuki would not dare to sleep by herself. ”

Xiao Moyue immediately kissed Chu Weiwei on the face, "Mommy is so nice!" ”

After a day of playing, Xiao Moyue was really tired, and within a few minutes, there was a sweet breathing sound.

Chu Wei stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep.

She didn't want to care about Mo Jiyan, and what happened to him had nothing to do with her.

Let's talk about a big man, what can he do if he has a fever?

For his evil deeds, retribution has not yet come.

It's just that she didn't take medicine before going to bed tonight, so she can't sleep at all.

After confirming that Xiao Moyue was asleep, Chu got up lightly, opened the drawer on the bedside table, and touched it with his hands for a long time, but he didn't find any medicine.

Like last night...... Did she put it in the drawer in the living room?

Sighing helplessly, Chu gently opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.

There was a slight wall lamp in the living room, and as soon as Chu Weiwei went out, he thought that Mo Jiyan was not asleep yet, and he was startled.

It wasn't until he saw the man on the sofa with his eyes closed and his breathing evenly that he patted his chest.

Finding the medicine in the drawer, she unscrewed the cap and carefully poured two pills into her palm.

Just as he was about to bring it to his mouth, a deep voice sounded behind him.

"What are you doing?"

Chu shook his palms slightly, quickly hid the medicine bottle in his sleeve, and turned around.

"Come out and have a drink."

The man's expression looked a little confused, and he lay on the sofa, gasping for breath as he spoke.

"Hey, do you have fever reducers here?"

"Nope." Chu faintly said two words.

She had only moved here for a few days, and it had not yet occurred to her to buy her usual medicines.

The man seemed to give a faint 'oh', a little lonely.

"What did you just eat?"

"Nothing!!"

Chu Weiwei retorted almost immediately, like a cat that had been stepped on by its tail.

"Really?"

Mo Jiyan squinted at her, he had just heard some crisp sound, and she seemed to be stuffing something into her mouth.

"I'm going to sleep."

"Hey, I seem to have a fever, can you come and have a look?"

The man's voice was pitiful, quite a bit of sympathy for her.

Chu Weiwei finally turned around and glanced at him.

In the dim light, the lines of his facial features were deep and hard, and his eyes flashed with endless light, shining like the first rays of sunlight after dawn.

"Weiwei, you won't be so ruthless, will you? I haven't eaten all day today, and now I have a fever and I feel like I'm going to die tomorrow......"

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